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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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I did it for the beautiful, the people and then you |
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Breathing every day, smile even through the blue |
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Others wanna smother everything that's new |
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Fuck that bullshit, bass God, I knew, I knew |
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Make love in the rain, haiku |
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New city quadrate told us to |
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Rock, we bump pumps in my new suits |
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So duck, duck, goose in my new coupe |
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My ruse, my move, my dance, my truth |
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My fridge, my food, I win, you lose |
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Tip to a murder scene, leave that clue |
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'Cause the first 48 got nothing on you |
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New to my love, brand new view |
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Beat a dead horse till you make glue |
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Use that glue to hold up the truth |
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When the truth falls apart then blame the damn glue |
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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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Ok, we going knee on to Moses |
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Ahab looking for the whale, got Jonah |
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Open the box but now we can't close it |
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That Pandora, the aura is lighting the ocean |
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Holding my hand while I'm leading devotion |
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The door is ajar, would you please leave it open? |
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We are the chosen ones, Guns and Roses |
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Lamb machines that dreams produce omens |
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Origami, that will fold over more than 9 times, then you fold Yoga |
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Down the rabbit hole, I crossed over |
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Sip the elixir, now I'm not sober |
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Ayatollah, keep your composure so I remember the glass is not kosher |
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Shaved ice right off my cold shoulders |
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My soul just had a foreclosure |
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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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Live from the boulevard, stand up tall |
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Clap your hands, man, stars do fall |
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Watch your head then stand your guard |
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Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark |
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Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun |
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Lost to the world 'cause the game isn't fun |
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Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton |
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Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb |
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Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun |
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Lost to the world 'cause the game isn't fun |
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Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton |
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Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb |
